The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 772 - 316: Nightmare Falcon_3

"Boom!!"

Another golden light surged into the high sky, dissolving the touched undead into wisps of soul smoke that rose faintly into the air.

The mountain peak beneath everyone’s feet shook once again, and at the center previously surrounded by three altars, another golden altar rose from the ground.

"A fourth altar?!"

Ye Mo lost her composure, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"How many Holy Saint relics are actually sealed within Soul Calming Mountain?"

Ye Yunruo was also bewildered, her trembling eyelashes betraying her inner turmoil.

"This is bad, this one is even more dangerous!"

In a fleeting glance, Ye Hanjun caught sight of the opponent’s form.

He had no time to perform Talent Identification, but the incessant throbbing of his temples was enough to underscore the severity of the crisis.

"Hiss!"

A cluster of red mist rained from the sky, exploding like fireworks.

Ye Yaya, Ye Xun, Ye Buchun, Ye Aobai, Ye Yunruo, Ye Hanjun, were suddenly dragged into a chaotic world, where they couldn’t see their hands in front of them or their toes below.

Just a second ago, their ears were still mingled with the screams of wandering spirits, then suddenly, all was eerily silent.

The darkness, eager to devour one’s heart, was repeatedly eroding their flesh and blood, accompanied by the coldest and most wicked winds.

"GuaGua? Huazhu?"

Ye Hanjun called out twice, his expression drastically changing.

This was not the real world; he had been pulled into an illusion!

He was maintaining Aegifura’s Dominant State; what kind of mental shock could create such an overwhelming offensive?!

"Thud!"

A dull bell toll rang out, the darkness receded, and suddenly a miniature sun appeared in the sky above.

Ye Hanjun looked up abruptly, to see a rapidly spinning fireball that had cracked open in the middle, revealing a void within.

Infinite heavenly energy surged from all directions, the fireball growing increasingly violent, its resulting sea of flames seeming to burn the entire world to nothingness.

"Killer... cannon?"

Ye Hanjun, swallowing dryly, felt his lips crack and a chill run down his back.

His pupils shrunk to the size of pinpoints, witnessing once again the horrifying vision emerging from nothingness, finally targeting his forehead.

This time, there was no Mo by his side.

GuaGua, Huazhu, Aegifura, Absolute String, Goose Immortal—none were by his side.

"No, this is the ’Nightmare Falcon’s’ racial skill ’Nightmare Revisiting,’ it’s all an illusion!"

Panic, fear, worry, helplessness... Various negative emotions surged, never able to be suppressed.

A warm energy enveloped his body from nowhere, dispelling half the cold, and Ye Hanjun abruptly awoke.

He gazed at the nearly-formed lethal fire cannon overhead, his lips pressed tightly together, thoughts flashing through his mind like lightning.

"Nightmare Falcon, offspring of the Holy Offspring ’Terror Wing’, its bloodline mastery not even one percent of its ancestor’s."

"And ’Terror Wing’, it is said, did not belong to the Feather Clan of the Near Ancient Era, but originated from an even more ancient time, the Ancient Era, when the ancestors were born..."

Ye Hanjun had been in a state of constant fear, and even though he deliberately tried to stabilize his mind, this special dream space kept intensifying his negative emotions.

He thought of many things, any piece of intelligence he held proved that the Terror Wing did not belong to the ordinary Holy Clan.

Among all the holy beasts, this lineage couldn’t claim to be at the pinnacle, but it was certainly towards the upper echelons.

Legend has it that Terror Wing branched into several different offspring, with Nightmare Falcon being just one of them, inheriting limited abilities.

But from the fleeting glimpse he had just now, Ye Hanjun was one hundred percent certain that the Nightmare Falcon was imbued with holy blood.

In other words, had the ancestor left behind pure essence of Terror Wing blood in Soul Calming Mountain, and the Nightmare Falcon, having absorbed this bloodline, possessed the possibility of ancestry reversal?

"Boom!!"

While his thoughts were still swirling, the heavens had already shattered.

Once again, the flow of time became excruciatingly slow.

In the suffocating anxiety, Ye Hanjun heard a deafening bombardment, his soul like a mirror about to shatter, the cracks spreading, the sense of fragmentation intensifying.

Red fireballs—ultimately fell!

They carried with them an annihilating force intent on extinguishing all creatures between heaven and earth, faster and faster, insanely accelerating.

Ye Hanjun clenched his fists, suddenly closed his eyes, and repeatedly reminded himself, this is an illusion, this is an illusion.

"Rumble!!!"

The dust rolled, flames rampaged, Ye Hanjun grunted, and suddenly opened his eyes—all the red flames had vanished.

He was back on the summit of Soul Calming Mountain.

At a closer distance, GuaGua, not known how many times, had cast ’Super Purification’, showing a trace of fatigue on its face.

But it had succeeded. Watching the red fog that writhed like maggots, large swathes leaving Ye Hanjun’s mind, it nodded its head, a flicker of pride passing briefly.

"Sir, are you alright?"

By his side, Huazhu and Goose Immortal both guarded him.

And the Giant Shield Demon Image too, stood like a titan, rigorously defending from attacks at all angles.

"The soul is weary, but otherwise, it’s bearable."

Ye Hanjun exhaled a murky breath, his eyes, reignited, gazing into the distance.

Even he, commanding Aegifura, had been pulled into a nightmare all of a sudden.

Ye Buchun, Ye Aobai, and others, were even less prepared.

Usually arrogant, they now suddenly displayed expressions of pain, despair, and panic, muttering in their sleep, occasionally moving their limbs in a struggle, somewhat incomprehensible.

But Ye Hanjun could not mock them, for Ye Yunruo, who possessed sound wave abilities, perhaps having a slightly stronger soul than Aegifura, had also been pulled into the nightmare.

And Ye Buyi, a Necromancer, whose life’s practice was the soul, was now surrounded by thousands of undead, turned into a skeletal body missing its consciousness, aimlessly floating mid-air.

They—all trapped in dreams, facing their past fears and despair, engaged in a desperate struggle, in an extremely perilous state.

And the orchestrator of it all, still fluttered within the pervasive red fog, shadowy and elusive, hard to capture its true form.

"Human friend, let me assist."

"I’ve newly comprehended a piece of music, thrilled in my heart, and eager to share it with you."